Just then, the green liquid turned into a jade-like green pearl, slowly sliding down the veins on the leaf surface, eventually converging on the rhizome, and then gradually seeping into it.

Han Li straightened up and put away the small green bottle. The somewhat curled leaves also returned to their original shape as Han Li moved away.

The entire tender green sprout remained unchanged, only occasionally swaying slightly in the breeze, as if nothing had happened.

Han Li wasn't in a hurry, staring unblinkingly at the small sprout, his gaze flickering slightly, as if lost in thought.

Time passed little by little, and Han Li's expression remained unchanged, maintaining a calm demeanor.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Li's expression shifted slightly.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared on the leaf surface, revealing a strange pattern, which then spread out, covering the entire sprout in the blink of an eye.

This pattern was different from the veins of the tender leaves, but it looked somewhat familiar.

After studying it for a while, Han Li suddenly clapped his hands and muttered to himself, "How is it so similar to the time law patterns?"

However, the pattern only lasted for a few breaths before disappearing from the leaf surface.

Han Li, however, frowned and his eyes flickered slightly, as if pondering something.

This Liang Sheng Tree was planted by Mu Yan, the eldest disciple of the Mi Luo Ancestor of the Zhen Yan Sect. Could it be that he used some method to imbue the tree with the power of the law of time when cultivating it? Or is it that the Liang Sheng Tree itself contains the law of time?

Then what was the matter with using this tree to overcome the Sha Decay tribulation?

Or is it just a fallacy passed down through misinformation?

After pondering for a long time, Han Li ultimately couldn't come to an accurate conclusion and had to shake his head in resignation.

Regardless, the rebirth of the Liang Sheng Tree's remnant roots was a good thing after all.

In the following time, Han Li stayed in the garden for another half a day, checking the growth of many other spiritual herbs. Then he left the spiritual herb garden, stepping out of the silver light gate and returning directly to the bamboo building by the pond.

Ti Hun had been unconscious for a long time, showing no signs of waking up. He didn't go up to the second floor again, but instead sat cross-legged on the first floor.

After meditating and adjusting his breathing for a moment, Han Li turned his palm over and took out a piece of high-grade Ziyang Warm Jade, holding it in his hand.

He slowly transferred his Immortal Spiritual Power into the warm jade, and a hazy purple light immediately shone from the jade, dyeing the entire first floor of the bamboo building purple.

Han Li was immersed in it, feeling a warm sensation all over his body. An extremely comfortable feeling surged from the depths of his consciousness, making him reluctant to wake up.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and withdrew his Immortal Spiritual Power. The Ziyang Warm Jade also returned to its original state.

"This thing is indeed extraordinary. Its benefits to the soul are so strong. No wonder those guys in Black Weasel City are willing to take risks for it... If I use this to assist in cultivating the Lian Shen Art, perhaps it could be twice as effective," Han Li muttered to himself with a look of surprise on his face.

After saying that, he raised his hand and gently tossed it, causing the Ziyang Warm Jade to float in the air above his head.

Han Li then formed hand seals and silently chanted the fifth level incantation of the Lian Shen Art.

From the center of his brow, a crystal light slowly emerged, wriggling in the void like a spirit snake. Then, as if it had discovered some prey, it suddenly shot up and plunged into the Ziyang Warm Jade.

The warm jade trembled slightly, and the purple light on it shone again, but it didn't shine as brightly as before. Instead, it only illuminated an area of ​​about a dozen inches, barely covering the void above Han Li's head.

Within the purple light, there seemed to be a purple mist, and there were also specks of crystal light, looking like a purple nebula, which appeared quite dreamy.

Covered by this purple nebula, Han Li's expression became relaxed. Waves of subtle divine consciousness emanated from around his head, spreading out like ripples of water, one circle larger than the other.

…

Time flies like water, and five years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Within the Huang Liang Region, in a continuous stretch of verdant mountains, there is a remote mountain town that is almost isolated from the world.

At dusk, smoke began to rise from the roofs of every household in the town. Farmers returning late牵着独角青牛（qingtian ox with single horn） from outside the town, passing under the wooden archway at the entrance of the street.

On the bluestone-paved streets in the center of the town, many two-headed, four-armed Demon Clan children were chasing and playing back and forth. Some sturdy Demon Clan women stood not far away, chatting about family matters while occasionally glancing at their own children.

If they fell or bumped into something, they couldn't help but complain as they helped them up.

Among the children, a particularly clever-looking little fellow was about to sneakily jump on the back of a companion who was a few years older than him when he suddenly saw two figures reflected in the sunset under the archway outside the town, walking towards the town.

The town was not large, and those who lived here were all from the same clan. So the child recognized that they were two strangers at a glance. But he didn't feel afraid. Instead, he curiously sized up the two people.

Both of them only had one head and two arms. Their appearance was nothing like the people in their town, which was not very pleasing. But the clothes they wore were really beautiful, with patterns that he had never seen before.

The young man with an ordinary appearance among the two saw the child looking at him, so he grinned and smiled at him. The other white-haired man remained silent and expressionless.

The two were none other than Han Li and Shi Chuan Kong, who had traveled from Chen Qiu Region.

Seeing that his observation had been discovered, the child immediately averted his gaze, but soon couldn't help but look over again.

Seeing this, Han Li, who was wearing a green robe, smiled even more. Wasn't the Er Leng Zi who first met his Third Uncle back then just like this Demon Clan child?

"Brother Shi, I thought that the Demon Clan were all cultivators by nature. I didn't expect that there would be existences like ordinary Humans. This mountain village is hidden in the Ba Xia Mountains. It really has the feeling of a secluded paradise," Han Li said, withdrawing his gaze.

"The people of each race in the Holy Region are born with strong physiques. The average lifespan of the most ordinary is three to four hundred years. But there are not many people among them with cultivation aptitudes. Unless everyone can do body refinement, not everyone can or is willing to cultivate," Shi Chuan Kong said, glancing at the people in the town.

"That's true. But what race are the people in this town? Judging from their bloodline aura, they don't seem weak. They don't look like ordinary Demon Clan," Han Li nodded and said again.

"In the Holy Region, leaving aside some high-level races, some low-level races don't value bloodlines, so there are a lot of mixed marriages. In the case of impure bloodlines, it is sometimes difficult to distinguish which race they are. The people in this small town seem to have a relatively pure bloodline, but I have never seen them anywhere else in the Holy Region, so I can't identify them for a while," Shi Chuan Kong frowned and said.

As they spoke, the two had already passed through the playing children. Under the curious gazes of the women and farmers, they arrived at a small tea stall in the center of the town and sat down.

The owner of the tea stall was a hunchbacked old man with disheveled hair. After bringing the two of them a pot of tea, he turned around and went back to the house, without even saying a word to Han Li and the others.

"Right now, the Dao Soldier refining is about to reach the final stage. I really have no choice but to delay here for a few days," Han Li said after taking a sip of the tea in the black pottery tea bowl. To his surprise, he found it sweet.

"It doesn't matter. It's not like we need to go back urgently. It's better to take it slow. Although the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy in the Ba Xia Mountains is average, the Demonic Qi is much thinner than in other places. It is suitable for Brother Li to refine Dao Soldiers here," Shi Chuan Kong glanced at the black pottery tea bowl, but didn't drink it. He waved his hand and said.

Hearing this, Han Li was about to speak when he suddenly felt the ground beneath him shaking. He quickly stood up and picked up the teapot and his teacup from the table.

Shi Chuan Kong's teacup, on the other hand, fell to the ground with a "smash", and the tea spilled all over the floor.

Before the two of them could figure out what was going on, they heard the children on the street running and shouting excitedly, "Mountain run! Mountain run!... Mountain God Grandpa is moving his nest..."

Looking at the women over there again, each of them was as stable as Mount Tai, as if they were used to it. They didn't show any fear at all, and didn't even shake their bodies much.

The violent tremors of the earth continued for about a dozen breaths before finally stopping.

Han Li sat down again and put the teapot and teacup back on the table.

The bench that Shi Chuan Kong was originally sitting on was wet with tea, so he changed his position and sat to Han Li's left.

"Was that an earthquake just now?" Han Li asked with some doubt.

"I didn't sense any abnormal fluctuations. It should be an earthquake, that's right..." Shi Chuan Kong nodded and said.

Before the two of them could finish speaking, another violent tremor came from underground.

This time, Han Li didn't get up. He pressed down on the corners of the table with both hands, and the wooden table, which was already "creaking" as if it was about to fall apart, stabilized again. Not even the slightest ripple appeared in the tea in the teacup.

Such repeated earthquakes occurred intermittently more than a dozen times before finally stopping.

By this time, it had already gotten dark. The hunchbacked old man picked up a dim lantern and hung it under the low eaves, then bent down to pick up the teacup that had been broken earlier.

When the hunchbacked old man straightened up, the two previous customers had disappeared, leaving only a small thumb-sized black demon stone on the table.

The old man looked around, but couldn't see the two people. Then he swept his hand across the table and brushed the demon stone into the pocket of his clothes.

On the mountain road outside the town, Han Li and Shi Chuan Kong both looked a little stiff, and their pace was hurried.

"Brother Li, are you really sure you saw it right?" Shi Chuan Kong didn't speak, but asked through voice transmission.